White Nights Iv Something Inspiring Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

White Nights Iv Something Inspiring

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This is the light that goes through and through
The night is evaporating eavesdropping
Finesse of the apparel, red of the lips
The milky sheen of the skins,
They had learned their walks from the horses
O! Wilderness once you had been my abode,
So the later discovery was just a glimpse.
I though the fade of the years has begun,
Why not take colors from their youth,
The shine in the eyes was the excellence
Perfection either weather, green of the trees.
I was rather looking for the hustle of leaves,
Did not the providence abandon every one,
Or else,
I came from where the airs are dust,
My ways are broken stones on bare feet,
The damsels of the future fetch water from
Hill tops,
Deep in the bottom of that village,
Criminals do have a sense of beauty
My heart leapt for colors those girls wear,
And now,
What comparisons are you making,
Is your mind not getting from analytical,
Wish the creative bliss of knowing truths,
Knowing questions and answers
And so many lies.
All is well when I was served with sushi
In Promenade.
Why the pass ancient times is not making
Impressions
Such is the intensity of the affairs,
Such am I a dishonest and ungrateful
Human
My head bent this way or that,
Such heavy thinking has burdened me tonight,
Their ancestors had visited us long ago,
Will not their children do it again.
To tell our children what living is like.
But that needs a revolution,
And to wait for a few thousand years.

Saturday, June 25, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sadiqullah Khan 22 June 2012

There is history, culture, and comparson, probably of a lost oppertunity. History of a civilization, and the present status [fetching water from hill tops], the present, and thses are symbolically, demsels of the future, bringing present to the future. In other words they carry the same mystery, as they carried it in the past or present.

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Aisha Zulqarnain 21 June 2012

Hi Sir, I love reading poems of different genres.. I have been reading some of your poems... They R nice n inspiring.. I was juz reaing this poem of yours today and your 1st part of it was great... and coming towards the line which read...'the damsels of the future...' it seemed that all of a sudden the poem was redirected to a different path altogether.. I was juz wondering..is ter any reason? ? or was all about the damsels or ancient times? sorry for troubling u... :)

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